| 歌曲 | Wickedest Man Alive |
| 歌手 | Naughty by Nature |
| 专辑 | Naughty by Nature |
| Intro：Queen Latifah | |
| Mercifully, mercifully, mercifully massacre, Naughty By Nature | |
| Thru it ever time, comin at a dance | |
| My man Treacherous MC, go on, let the saxophone man play a little | |
| Make it lovely | |
| Verse 1: Treach | |
| You got beef, well what we do, talk to the bunny, sunny | |
| He's the man, Bugs the thug wit the money | |
| Funny that you should mention as my family, they covered | |
| Wassup to my cousins and my sisters and my Warner Brothers | |
| Birds of a feather, flap and fold and be together | |
| No matter what your whatever, endeavour, find us better | |
| You mean he, she, them, him, those and others | |
| Let's kill two ducks in one, pluck, initiate the trouble | |
| For those who disagree, I maybe feel the need to front it | |
| Show me your whole entire crew, two shoes and I'ma run it | |
| Do you want it? Maybe so, but just know, we're rollin spreads | |
| You claim you want it but you need it just about as much as a hole in ya | |
| head | |
| This is a flow-er show, a product float a while ago | |
| Witta new swing, I think so, bring it, sing it, act like you know | |
| And if ya don't, you won't by the time this track is done | |
| Queen Latifah the sire, give em some, come | |
| Chorus: Queen Latifah | |
| Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know | |
| It's time for rum, man, yeah man | |
| Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know | |
| It's for jammin, g'yeah know? | |
| Everytime they come, you know they come without the flow | |
| Soon we have a single, they're the quickest out the door | |
| The wickedest mna, the wickedest man in dancehall, well y'know | |
| I'm out for rum, COME!!!! | |
| Verse 2: Treach | |
| 118th Street keeps production, conjunction junction nothin | |
| Huh, what's your function? | |
| I don't mean to be blunt or front, true or rude | |
| How can he diss? Your honeydip looks like a honey dude | |
| So keep it to yourself, greedy when you're in good health | |
| So before you come and try the Treach, try yourself | |
| Cos I ain't havin it, remember act like you know | |
| And if ya can't act jack, you best find the door | |
| I hate to think a trade, I slot another, see ya gator | |
| A stam yada, PEACE!, sasalama, lick em later | |
| Yeah, you don't have a chance, but I see ya next | |
| This track is KayGee's baby and he named it 'Def' | |
| I'm smokin in em, it's like chimneys, I ain't friendly | |
| Fuck your fendy, I'm swingin for your diet kidney | |
| Pimples are simple to pop, I want temple's op | |
| Then slop your rock wit more floppin than a waffle spot | |
| The wickedest man alive, I am what I am and I'm | |
| damn good to be a no good, hooded by | |
| the wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps | |
| They call me the wickedest man alive, make em jump | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: Treach | |
| Gettin it and hittin wit it a old fashion weapon when you're slippin, I got | |
| time | |
| Try to stand and get rammed like a Stop sign | |
| The bad just got worse within one verse | |
| Put the shitty verse and reverse and this fella's first | |
| Wreckin is second, so back wit'cha wacked disc | |
| For candle after candle and still couldn't wax this | |
| I be the wickedest while you're still the wackest | |
| I need wallpaper to list what your track miss | |
| This is a double decker from the head wrecker, neck and head checker | |
| Check the check and who's def? Who's left ya? | |
| Standin back cannin ya, plan ta stay back | |
| I'm down wit Kay's tracks, black, this is the payback, lay back, jack | |
| I have you every which way but loose, blowin your sound proof | |
| That's happenin to me, your thanks for givin a neck noose | |
| This comes naturally, all day and night | |
| I make a party of all lefty's leave screamin out 'Alright!' | |
| Talkin bout needin a lot more work than you had | |
| Twelve years, twelve hundred, twelve inches and sold one | |
| Who's gettin done? Who's swifter? Who's badder? | |
| You be able to get down wit some help in a step ladder | |
| This is another song, we check out the style that I've | |
| picked and rip, I be the wickedest man alive | |
| Outro: Queen Latifah | |
| No rude bwoy, come test the sound of Treacherous MC | |
| Massacre Naughty By Nature, crew come flec, man, eaze up |
| Intro: Queen Latifah | |
| Mercifully, mercifully, mercifully massacre, Naughty By Nature | |
| Thru it ever time, comin at a dance | |
| My man Treacherous MC, go on, let the saxophone man play a little | |
| Make it lovely | |
| Verse 1: Treach | |
| You got beef, well what we do, talk to the bunny, sunny | |
| He' s the man, Bugs the thug wit the money | |
| Funny that you should mention as my family, they covered | |
| Wassup to my cousins and my sisters and my Warner Brothers | |
| Birds of a feather, flap and fold and be together | |
| No matter what your whatever, endeavour, find us better | |
| You mean he, she, them, him, those and others | |
| Let' s kill two ducks in one, pluck, initiate the trouble | |
| For those who disagree, I maybe feel the need to front it | |
| Show me your whole entire crew, two shoes and I' ma run it | |
| Do you want it? Maybe so, but just know, we' re rollin spreads | |
| You claim you want it but you need it just about as much as a hole in ya | |
| head | |
| This is a flower show, a product float a while ago | |
| Witta new swing, I think so, bring it, sing it, act like you know | |
| And if ya don' t, you won' t by the time this track is done | |
| Queen Latifah the sire, give em some, come | |
| Chorus: Queen Latifah | |
| Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know | |
| It' s time for rum, man, yeah man | |
| Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know | |
| It' s for jammin, g' yeah know? | |
| Everytime they come, you know they come without the flow | |
| Soon we have a single, they' re the quickest out the door | |
| The wickedest mna, the wickedest man in dancehall, well y' know | |
| I' m out for rum, COME!!!! | |
| Verse 2: Treach | |
| 118th Street keeps production, conjunction junction nothin | |
| Huh, what' s your function? | |
| I don' t mean to be blunt or front, true or rude | |
| How can he diss? Your honeydip looks like a honey dude | |
| So keep it to yourself, greedy when you' re in good health | |
| So before you come and try the Treach, try yourself | |
| Cos I ain' t havin it, remember act like you know | |
| And if ya can' t act jack, you best find the door | |
| I hate to think a trade, I slot another, see ya gator | |
| A stam yada, PEACE!, sasalama, lick em later | |
| Yeah, you don' t have a chance, but I see ya next | |
| This track is KayGee' s baby and he named it ' Def' | |
| I' m smokin in em, it' s like chimneys, I ain' t friendly | |
| Fuck your fendy, I' m swingin for your diet kidney | |
| Pimples are simple to pop, I want temple' s op | |
| Then slop your rock wit more floppin than a waffle spot | |
| The wickedest man alive, I am what I am and I' m | |
| damn good to be a no good, hooded by | |
| the wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps | |
| They call me the wickedest man alive, make em jump | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: Treach | |
| Gettin it and hittin wit it a old fashion weapon when you' re slippin, I got | |
| time | |
| Try to stand and get rammed like a Stop sign | |
| The bad just got worse within one verse | |
| Put the shitty verse and reverse and this fella' s first | |
| Wreckin is second, so back wit' cha wacked disc | |
| For candle after candle and still couldn' t wax this | |
| I be the wickedest while you' re still the wackest | |
| I need wallpaper to list what your track miss | |
| This is a double decker from the head wrecker, neck and head checker | |
| Check the check and who' s def? Who' s left ya? | |
| Standin back cannin ya, plan ta stay back | |
| I' m down wit Kay' s tracks, black, this is the payback, lay back, jack | |
| I have you every which way but loose, blowin your sound proof | |
| That' s happenin to me, your thanks for givin a neck noose | |
| This comes naturally, all day and night | |
| I make a party of all lefty' s leave screamin out ' Alright!' | |
| Talkin bout needin a lot more work than you had | |
| Twelve years, twelve hundred, twelve inches and sold one | |
| Who' s gettin done? Who' s swifter? Who' s badder? | |
| You be able to get down wit some help in a step ladder | |
| This is another song, we check out the style that I' ve | |
| picked and rip, I be the wickedest man alive | |
| Outro: Queen Latifah | |
| No rude bwoy, come test the sound of Treacherous MC | |
| Massacre Naughty By Nature, crew come flec, man, eaze up |